59. Aponi
Aponi
I stared at the letters for hours.
You’re not as invisible as you think.
It sat on my kitchen counter like a bomb no one had defused.
I hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even changed out of my clothes. Just kept circling the apartment like a caged animal, replaying every case, every perp I’d pissed off, every loose end I thought I’d tied.
And in the end, there was only one person I trusted with this. One person who didn’t ask permission to burn the world down when someone came after his own.
I picked up the phone and hit his number.
It went straight to voicemail.
I decided to go to the rec room and talk to one of his team.
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